These two weeks at the library we are having our performance appraisal meetings with the managers. I like to sign up for the last slot possible, trusting my co-workers to wear down these managers into a state of a weary complacency. It's probably a youngest child thing.
Today one of my early bird co-workers came out from their performance appraisal and sat down at the front desk. I went up to them and said:
"I know you were in there complaining about how I always accuse you of complaining about me in your performance appraisal!"
I knew it wasn't true.
But it could be next year.